Tiffany let out a sigh of relief once the call had ended. “That’s a good idea, let her come to us. Saves us the trouble of running around. It doesn’t feel appropriate to make wild accusations in someone else’s territory. Remember what I’ve told you. Don’t be rash.”
Arianne nodded in agreement. The car drove across the road and stopped in an empty space in front of Violet Café.
Helen didn’t make them wait for too long. She arrived at the coffee shop door in less than twenty minutes.
She had rushed all the way over, and did not bring an umbrella. By the time she had finished parking her car and had entered the coffee shop, her white business attire was soaked from the rain. Her neatened hair was in slight disarray. She may look slightly matched, but when she saw Arianne, she smiled happily. “I never thought that you’d take the initiative to call me.”
The trio sat across from each other. Arianne stared at Helen with a deadpan expression on her face. She was trying to detect anything peculiar from her face, even the slightest bit would be enough. However, she couldn’t find anything.
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